A friendship well dug deep within

   I dig deep for a well. So severely that no tears
are left. No water to shed down my face.

   Oh how finished I am of dealing with the trail
of bread crumbs.

   The stories of belief I listened to. Those moments
I called to self, rationalizing but realizing no sense
in the whole game.

   Charades. Long lists are created. The questions
raid over and over in mind. Still silent I stay.

   Crashing, trembling in the midnight air. Holding
onto a memory long passed. Oh how I laugh at
the irony I express deep inside.

   Why does it matter, how could I care so deep,
so hard? Who does it benefit? No one now. Just a
thought, a movie that I play in a viewfinder every
once in a while.

   Oh how the waves crash. Dirt sticks to feet, to
fingers. Wedging itself into dry skin. Embedding
under once pink fingernails.

   Now a mess. I stand tall. Shouting for help.
Someone to throw a line.

      Oh Jehovah I know you heard me.

   Sending me the roots and ground stones to help
my climb. To show me that help is there, I only
must ask for it.

   I do ask. So my dear friend will you show me
compassion and friendship? How about love? Would
you show, give to me if I asked of you?